Disclaimer: this chapter doesn't have to be part of the story.
It's your own choice if you want to count it in.
The story could end at Epilogue.
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Alexandra.
A year passes like it's nothing and we're back at that beach. On that chilly sand after the sun has long gone set.
We are not alone anymore.
Roman is here, Bree is, Camryn and Cassian are, they're our housemates. And we brought them here.
The sky paints deep pinks and reds and oranges, it is almost scary.
Water slaps to the shore, white foam scaring Cam and Cassian away from the edge. They sit down and I watch as Cam takes out her sketchbook.
She did that earlier too and now she's continuing the picture.
She glances at us from while to while and I'm sure she's drawing us, portraying and putting us down to a paper forever. At least something will be permanent.
Myles has his arm wrapped around me and I'm leaning against his side. He's safe and comfortable, he's warm and he's all I want.
It has been only a few seconds of me dazedly staring up at him when he turns his head and looks at me with that smile.
A smile so fucking loving and warm and aahhhh.
Though it's darkening outside I can see his eyes up close, so deep, so blue, so dark.
I love you, I want to tell him but I know he knows that already.
He could sense it in the way I love him, the way I look at him, speak to him the way I breathe around him.
"I love you, Myles" I murmurs into his neck.
I feel the goosebumps on his skin and I plant my lips there, kissing him briefly.
"To every sunset, Al, I love you," he tells me and I trust his eyes. I tighten my arms around him.
"To every sunset"
We stay shut, a million words between us wordlessly, we enjoy the quiet and the distant murmur of our friends.
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Myles.
The summer turns to autumn all over again. All that time does is move. Months pass and a year fills and we run, just like the time.
Summers again.
All the concerts.
All the i love yous.
All the moments.
All the summers.
Every moment with her is concreted to my brain, my heart, my soul. The most memorable summer, there are three.
We were eighteen, when we met, the summer of our youth.
The one we fell apart, she told me she was headed home. She needed something I didn't have. Something I couldn't give her.
The one she told me I'm going to be a father. It was the end of June, days before her birthday, well into our twenties, but still so young.
My heart has belonged to my two boys the moment I met them. On a chilly night at the end of March, I met the loves of my life.
It was a quiet and peaceful night. And so painful, until there were them. The continuation of our love.
I have never felt more complete.
I love my beautiful Kian and Wren as much as I love my sunset Alexandra.
Between the thick ropes of pain and grief and anger and suffering, there was love. Our boys were a gift and a lesson from the universe.
A chance to move on, a chance to love endlessly.
A life with the three... I'd never want anything else.
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That's it.
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